33. Epilogue

Josh

Four Months Later

"Biscuit, get over here now," I scream as he takes off on me again then proceeds to jump off the dock and into the lake.

This dog never listens to me. I told Layla I would bring him with me while she was at work, but she has no idea what that entails when we are at our property. Biscuit is obsessed with the water. I'd love to let him swim all he wants, but I'm in no mood to give him a bath when we get home.

I just worked for eight hours straight today on our home. The framing is up, and now the guys and I are putting up the siding. Wherever we can save money by doing the work ourselves, we are trying to do that.

"That dog doesn't listen to you for shit," Liam laughs as he uses his nail gun.

"You need to stop giving him everything he wants," Eric tells me as he holds up another large piece of siding to be nailed in.

"I don't give him everything he wants," I deny.

Asher laughs. "Dude, you are such a softy. That's why Brie gets whatever she wants from you."

"Whatever," I grumble to myself.

Even if I am a softy, I'm sure as hell not about to admit it to them.

Biscuit comes running back at us drenched in lake water. His tongue hangs out of his mouth as he pants while looking at us.

"Biscuit. Come here, lie down," I command. Thankfully, he listens this time. "See. He listens to me."

The guys just shake their heads and laugh.

Biscuit is six months old now. He is already forty pounds and still growing. Layla is absolutely obsessed with him, and I'm obsessed with making her happy.

We sold my house and have been living together in hers for four months now, and I've never been happier. I couldn't wait any longer, so I popped the question a couple weeks ago. I'm trying to get this house done in the next seven months, so we can move in before the wedding.

I wasn't even nervous to ask Dan for Layla's hand in marriage. Our relationship has only grown stronger since I've started dating Layla. We go over there a lot for dinner, now that Layla and Stella have been working on their relationship.

"Hey guys," Layla shouts as she walks down the dirt path that leads to our house.

She's dressed in her black clothes from the restaurant, hair up in a bun, and still so beautiful it makes my heart race.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as I give her a kiss and wrap my arm around her waist.

"I'm letting Zane take the lead for the night shift and over the weekend. I'd rather spend my time with you," she says as he smiles up at me.

I pull her closer into me. "I have some ideas of how we can fill the time."

"Dude, her three brothers are right fucking here," Liam shouts.

I lean down and kiss her with fervor, slipping my tongue into her mouth to mix with hers. If they don't like it, they can turn away. Now that we're engaged, my next mission is to get her pregnant. Although, she made me promise to wait until our home is ready. I'll keep trying to convince her otherwise.

When we pull away, I see the desire I stoked in her eyes.

"Guys, we're finishing this panel on the side and then calling it quits for the day," I tell them as my eyes remain glued to Layla's.

They all grown, knowing full well why I want to be done early today.

Layla looks up at the house. "It looks great guys. You got a lot of siding up today."

"Yeah, because your fiancé here threatened us if we weren't on board with helping," Eric grunts.

"Stop your bitching," Asher chimes in. "You need the manual labor to work off the depression your damn job has put you into."

"I'm not depressed," he defends weakly.

Even he knows that's a load of shit.

"I've been meaning to talk to you guys about something," Layla says, changing the subject. She never likes to see Eric put on the spot and get more upset than he is already trying to hide.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Well, I talked to Mia and think I may have finally convinced her to come stay here for a little while."

Mia is her friend from Cleveland who she knows through the business. They met at some conference or something years ago and have been really close ever since. Mia is going through some shit right now, and Layla has been trying to get her to come here and get away from everything.

We've told her repeatedly she can stay in our spare room. We almost got her to agree but then we got engaged. Now, she claims she doesn't want to be in the way of a newly engaged couple.

"Okay, that's cool," Liam says suspiciously, not sure why Layla is announcing it.

"Well, I couldn't get her to stay with me because she doesn't want to be in the way since we just got engaged."

Asher chuckles. "That's code for I don't feel like hearing you two fucking every night."

"Ugh, grow up," Layla replies. "Anyway, I think if she can stay with one of you guys, I might be able to get her here. I know Asher is out since he's got his hands full, but I was thinking one of you two," she looks over at Eric and Liam.

"Is she hot?" Liam asks like it's a perfectly legitimate question.

I roll my eyes. "Are you fucking serious? Is that what you're thinking about when your sister is asking for a serious favor for one of her friends?"

Layla turns to Eric. "Eric, you are the only one left. Clearly, I can't let Mia stay with Liam. You have a mansion and wouldn't even know she was there."

Eric throws his tool down and grumbles something. "You sure you want your friend staying with a depressed mean old man like myself?"

Layla sighs. "Trust me, it's better than what she's dealing with right now. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't really important."

"Good, it's settled. Mia will stay with Eric," I announce.

Eric's eyes open wide. "I never said yes."

"Yes, you did. Because you're richer than all of us put together and have like five bedrooms. Only a piece of shit would say no."

Layla smiles at me like I'm her hero. I wink back.

Once all the tools are put back into my truck, I hop in my truck and follow Layla back to our home. She got a head start, so I hit the gas as I try to make it back as soon as possible to get my hands all over her.

I pull into our driveway, and she's leaning against her car waiting with a mischievous look on her face. Biscuit must be inside because I don't see him anywhere out here.

She makes it to the side of my car before I even cut the engine then opens my door.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"You kissed me and got me all ready to go. I had to slip my hand down my pants while I waited in my car for you."

I groan as I think about how hot that is. "You didn't come yet, did you? That's my job, baby."

She bites her lip and smiles. "I saved it for you. You know how much better it is when you get me there."

"Damn straight." I reach for the keys but she stops me.

"Not yet." Her hand comes to my knee and glides all the way up to my already harden dick. "I want you right here."

I look around to see if anyone's around. "Right here?"

"It's been awhile since we've done it in the car."

Her hand runs along my dick making my head fall back. "Fuck, baby. That feels good."

She giggles. "I'm barely doing anything."

Then she unzips my shorts and pulls out my throbbing dick. She leans forward and wraps her mouth around it.

I don't know how I got so lucky. The type of physical reaction I have to her, it's unlike anything I've experienced. There's no other woman in the world that I could ever want over my freckles. She's end game for me.

It's far beyond our sexual chemistry. I think our emotional connection is what makes the sex so fucking incredible.

Every touch with her is like it's the first time, and every moment is better than the last.